Lower your eyes I’m stuck in the middle
I’ve spent my sense buying a little time for love
Lower your eyes don’t get caught in the middle
Hoping that hope will guide the you back into us
Chalk up, up the line now
I need a guide now
A better man with the know how
Fault lines, So many fault lines
I’m in picture perfect hell, love
It’s been hell love
Don’t ask me how love
A lesser man with no know how
Sometimes, I swear that sometimes
You’re better off loving yourself
No one react it’s just me
Hold on to that part of me
I cant save myself
Mistrial
I’ve been defiled
A corrupt child
She’s better off with no Intel
Define I have no spine
I’m still floating off to
Hello, I say hello
You say goodbye now
Your better off with no gal brown
Meanwhile, All the meanwhile
I’m guilty for leading this on
I’ve sanctioned the ghosts with the gowns
A faction of ghouls that have pointed me out
A tailor afraid of the sound
The day that needle had threaded him out
Make sure that no one reacts it’s just me